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... death's dark curtain shuts the scene at last , May thy freed spirit leave this earthly sod , And fly to seek the bosom of thy God ! ' a Strong as her passion for poetry was , there was stronger feeling which predominated in Lucretia's ...
... death's dark curtain shuts the scene at last , May thy freed spirit leave this earthly sod , And fly to seek the bosom of thy God ! ' a Strong as her passion for poetry was , there was stronger feeling which predominated in Lucretia's ...
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... death . Lucretia had a most whimsical fancy for cutting sheets of paper into narrow strips , sewing them together , and writing on both sides ; and once playfully boasting to her mother of having written some yards , she produced a roll ...
... death . Lucretia had a most whimsical fancy for cutting sheets of paper into narrow strips , sewing them together , and writing on both sides ; and once playfully boasting to her mother of having written some yards , she produced a roll ...
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... death , ' for that was fast approaching . Though it is not expressly stated in the memoir , we gather from the context that the gifted young poetess ended her brief career in July 1825. What must have deepened the grief of her friends ...
... death , ' for that was fast approaching . Though it is not expressly stated in the memoir , we gather from the context that the gifted young poetess ended her brief career in July 1825. What must have deepened the grief of her friends ...
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... Cashmere , called the Happy Valley , the Garden in Perpetual Spring , and the Paradise of India . The bulbul , or nightingale . Gulnare , or rose . MARGARET . On the death of her sister Lucretia , 18 LUCRETIA AND MARGARET DAVIDSON .
... Cashmere , called the Happy Valley , the Garden in Perpetual Spring , and the Paradise of India . The bulbul , or nightingale . Gulnare , or rose . MARGARET . On the death of her sister Lucretia , 18 LUCRETIA AND MARGARET DAVIDSON .
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Chambers W. and R., ltd. MARGARET . On the death of her sister Lucretia , Margaret Davidson was only two years old , and at the age of eleven she is introduced by her biographer to the reader . Washington Irving relates , that , in 1833 ...
Chambers W. and R., ltd. MARGARET . On the death of her sister Lucretia , Margaret Davidson was only two years old , and at the age of eleven she is introduced by her biographer to the reader . Washington Irving relates , that , in 1833 ...
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8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,' in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
6 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
9 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... they are flushed all over with the rich lights of fancy; and so coloured and bestrewn with the flowers of poetry, that even while perplexed and bewildered in their labyrinths, it is impossible to resist the intoxication of their sweetness, or to shut our hearts to the enchantments they so lavishly present.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...